Pindar

Τι κερδίζεις ρισκάροντας μια ζωή στην αφάνεια;

In the path doth a mighty peril lie;To the craven soul no welcome it gives.But, seeing a man must needs once die,Wherefore should I unto old age screenFrom peril a life that only lives,Sitting nameless and fameless in darkness unseen,In the deeds of the valiant never sharing?Nay, lies at my feet the challenge now:I will accept it for doing and daring!Good speed to mine heart’s desire grant thou!”Not fruitless the cry of his heart’s desiringWas uttered. The God heard gracious-souled,And crowned him with honour. Winged steeds untiringHe gave, and a chariot of gold.